The World Globes Itself In A Drop

Every Man Is An Infinitely Repelling Orb, And Holds His Individual Being On That Condition.

What You Set Your Heart Upon, Surely Shall Be Yours.

I Read The Other Day Some Verses Written By An Eminent Painter Which Were Original And Not Conventional. The Soul Always Hears An Admonition In Such Lines, Let The Subject Be What It May. The Sentiment They Instil Is Of More Value Than Any Thought They May Contain. To Believe Your Own Thought, To Believe That What Is True For You In Your Private Heart Is True For All Men, - That Is Genius.

There Is No Chance And Anarchy In The Universe. All Is System And Gradation. Every God Is There Sitting In His Sphere.

Every Man Supposes Himself Not To Be Fully Understood Or Appreciated.